If I said I’d lost my way
Would you sympathise
Could you sympathise?
I’m jumbled up
Maybe I’m losing my touch
But you know I didn’t have it anyway
Won’t you come on down to my rescue
Things are wrong
Things are going wrong
Can you tell that in a song
I don’t know what I want anymore
First I want a kiss and then I want it all
Losing sense of those harder things
Is this the blues I’m singing?
As you can probably imagine, Rescue was among the most difficult chapters to write. I added the “it was a bullying attempt, plain and simple” paragraph, which is on the back cover of the paperback book, in one of the final revisions. In the moment I didn’t consider myself as a target of workplace bullying. I didn’t know what workplace bullying was until deep into my revisions of the manuscript.
Tania in HR, however, “Senior HR Professional, SPHR, SHRM-SCP” that she is, knew or should have known what workplace bullying was, and that a person with a neurological disability in an office for which she was responsible was a target of it.
Although I was upset at the time and struggling to understand my emotional state. In some ways I saw the office invasion as an opportunity. Somebody would make a mistake, and I would pop them hard and hopefully end this middle-school-playground situation.
The cover art for the book is a rendition of my arrival of work the morning of June 29, 2018. As I mention in the acknowledgements, my graphic artist Heidi captured the scene perfectly. The pictures I took that morning were helpful to her, but she also understood my emotional state to get the posture of the silhouette to convey the “WTF” reaction anyone would have to arriving at work and finding one’s personal office space trashed, as in “is this really happening in a global professional service firm environment?”